Ein oktoberdag står han ved sjøen i Argyll, der forfedrene fann Gud på desse forblåste kystane og der naturen framfører ein salme vi kan slutta oss til.
Argyll,October (from Evensong 2011)"out at the sea`s edge
the whole wind riding the day
the bracken crippled and whipped
the sometimes of light blown away
here in the huddles of stone
a whole millennium before us
men from Ireland made chapels
found God in these blown wide skies
further in, where boats nodded and rocked
in little creeks of sun under overhangs of oak
we listened to the psalms of blackbirds"
Service (from Iona 2000)
"Two nuns exchange welcomes;
Their soft words like the water
That flows through the cress at the well`s mouth.
Candles melt in the darkness
Cover the Christ with light like sweat -
His wounds cry with new blood.
People`s mouths pray
Their words gentle as grass, their eyes
Clenched with faith.
This is the Easter of life;
Waiting in the dark before dawn -
Trusting the sun."